Apparently me and a few other people were trying to make Jolly rancher lip balm and we had the packaging figured out before any thing else, I also remember the packaging was actually kind of disturbingly vivid. And I was just kinda arguing with someone about how tf are we gonna make lip balm without if we have the packaging but no fucking lil balm. I also apparently had some old piece of paper that was really important that was crusty asf with me and was "the original letter I sent to:" or whatever. Anyway the person walked off before we could really discuss anything and left me in this dark classroom with really disproportionate chairs sometimes they were as big as us sometimes they were just normal plastic chairs that sometimes changed into those black metal chairs with the leather-like seat y'know the normal stuff. I then kinda walked by this kid that looked the the bee boy from Wednesday. Apparently I didn't like him very much and just kinda dropped the empty lip balm container on the bench next to him (yes it turned into a church bench) scoffed and walked around the back of all of them. I then remember looking down at this empty lip balm tube and seeing the packaging very vividly. It was like orange and had colorful like squirts of liquid with a pink/green outline and the word "jolly rancher" on it in some quirky font. I was also like walking up to a printer practically fused to a counter on the right wall (it's also important that I say the door was in the top left corner and the room was oddly wide) and it was like a big ass printer too, I could damn near crawl into the slot that's meant for paper so I'm not sure what kinda shit they're tryna print. Then that kid stopped me and somehow lured him over to him and now there was this weird ass popcorn machine he was saying was a really cool and interesting printer in the same way he'd probably talk about bees and I told him how special this paper was despite the fact I still have no idea what it says. Anyways so he has me put the paper into this popcorn machine/printer that actually made the space very claustrophobic because some strange shelving had come into existence and made it like more of a narrow hall between that wall of shit and the bench (yes they were still benches) anyway this is where the fun part starts. So we get the paper and after some more talking he says "this shows us all we need to know" and just starts fucking attacking me, I don't remember much of what happened here but I was wearing a hood and he pulled the rim of the part you put your head through into my mouth and he was behind my yanking on in tryna do got knows what and I think by this time I was crying, it'd sound more intense to how I remember if I remembered like the last two minuets that led up to it . Anyway so apparently I caught sight of the teacher and asked her for help and she just kinda sat there at her desk with a blank expression while I got ahold of some scissors and tried fighting my way out of being, y'know, attacked. I can't recall if he was silent or screaming random accusations at me and that may be because I was more focused on not being fucking murdered. So somehow I get away from him and make it to the teacher like "FUCKING HELP ME" and she goes "well you deserved it, remember what you did?" So this ties back to a previous dream that I actually forgot about where I like joking kinda "chocked" my mom but it was really more of a open Lego hand tap to the neck than actual choking, unlike the shit mr. bee man did bc he was choking me. I know that I was sobbing by now. Anyway she talks about the situation making it sound like I murdered my fucking mother and me trying to explain that, no, I didn't choke out my mom. Then I kinda go to the doorway of the classroom and just kinda sob on the ground. Eventually some other woman leans over to her and whispers. Suddenly she's all apologetic and says 'do you want a piece of brownie? I didn't mean it like that sweety" Like- no bitch I don't want 'a peice of brownie' I was just attacked like two feet away from you and you watched then blamed me for it!? Bc of something I didn't even do? Then she says "I was just told you were excused" bruh, mind you, I'm still bawling at this point and just kinda menagle my way back into the dark ass classroom. Then I wake up. That's it, that's the dream, and somehow I still felt like crying even after waking up, I'm not good at describing things like this but it was very oddly realistic and dramatic. This wasn't the entire dream but it's the part I remember best and I find most important.
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My strange dream
General FictionKinda poorly described dreams of mine that I remember and feel important enough to write down.
